{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"01a2c9aa-dd4c-4cc3-9ea2-cf6d180ebef3","seriesId":"273d15c2-dc86-4dd9-9de5-cf64027784c9","seriesName":"Britain 2028: Laura Finale","currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2019-01-26T01:02:13.844Z","title":"Britain 2028: Laura Finale Part Two","slug":"britain-2028-laura-finale-part-two","shortId":"tca9veke","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"The long anticipated exchange of girls takes place. ","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"9361fc50-91c4-43f0-abbb-989f258297e5","title":null,"summary":"The atmosphere in the room was electric. The girls looked terrified. The men looked excited. Every n","wordCount":2006,"readTime":10,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

The atmosphere in the room was electric. The girls looked terrified. The men looked excited. Every now and then one of them would crack a slightly awkward smile.

Just as Reg was about to read out the results, Arthur interrupted.

“Listen chaps, I have an idea. Why don’t they strip down to their undies, so we can have a better idea of what we are getting?”

Reg quickly warmed to the idea. He had been dying to get a proper look at Charlotte’s lovely young body.

“Come on then what are you waiting for?” he enquired.

All four were well trained enough by now to recognise an order when they heard one. They quickly began taking off their clothes.

The four pretty girls stripped down to their underwear anxiously avoided making eye contact with either the men in the room, or each other.

Laura is in silky black underwear, her full boobs spilling slightly over the top of her black bra. Her thighs too are likewise welcomingly chubby.

Mia is also in black. It contrasts sharply with her alabaster skin but matches her dark bobbed hair. Her nipples point through the material of her bra noticeably. A fact which Arthur certainly notices.

Of all the girls, Graham’s girl, Caroline, looks most ill at ease in lingerie. She is probably from a very conservative family and feels deeply uncomfortable wearing something so overtly sexual. She has the look of a girl who in a previous generation might either have been a churchgoer covering up her womanly figure in shapeless clothes or a feminist railing against the objectification of the female body, and also covering up her curves in shapeless clothes. Now she is wearing transparently pale underwear which reveals more than it covers. She shuffles nervously on her feet, her hands drifting to the front in an obvious attempt to cover herself. This provokes a glare from Graham and her hands return obediently to her side. Jack stares at the girl intently.

Charlotte’s long red hair means that she would already be the most striking looking female in the room but now that she is almost naked her red locks stand out against her pale skin with just a dusting of freckles. Her underwear has been as carefully chosen as her outfit was. It is bronze coloured and looks very expensive. Reg now has the better view of her body that he was hoping for and he is not disappointed. Her tits look very firm. Her body slim and shapely. From where he is sitting he can make out the curve of her bottom and hip. Her bottom too forms an almost perfect C shape and looks firm enough to withstand the merciless thrashing that he would dearly like to give it. Doubtless living in the home of a military man has done wonders for her fitness regime.

One could almost smell the hormones in the air, of male excitement and female trepidation.

Reg began to read out the note. As he read, his shoulders slumped a little in disappointment.

“It seems, err, that Charlotte will be going to stay with Arthur for a while, and Caroline will move in with Jack”

Charlotte looked absolutely horrified. Caroline looked beside herself with terror at the prospect. Arthur could barely conceal his glee. Jack had a smug satisfied look on is pompous face. By contrast, Reg looked disconsolate.

“That bloody idiot wouldn’t have a clue what to do with a girl like that” he thought.

His mood lifted a little when he read out the rest of the results

“Ah, young Laura will be moving to Graham’s place and I will be taking in Mia”

The prospect of getting his hands on the shapely Eurasian girl was consoling. It would certainly make a nice change from watching Laura moping around the place . He remained puzzled at Jack’s choice. Surely Laura was more appealing than that scrawny little thing but obviously something about her feminine vulnerability appealed to him or perhaps (although officially women were allowed no formal say in such matters), his wife had intervened and baulked at the idea of another buxom female under her roof.

The lingerie clad females served the final drinks and needless to say had to tolerate Arthur’s wandering hands as they did so. The other men chatted amongst themselves blithely ignoring the presence of the half-naked nubiles. It was not that they were unaware of them; it was merely one further demonstration of their power.

The time had come for farewells. The men shook hands and patted one another on the back, as if congratulating each other for some achievement. The girls picked up their clothes and were handed back their overcoats which they were able to use to give them some sort of cover on the way home.

As determined by the vote, Charlotte left with a very excited looking Arthur. The statuesque redhead towered over the rather ridiculous looking man but it didn’t matter. He had the power of the regime behind him. The most senior representative of that regime present put his hand on the small of a very scared looking Caroline’s back and virtually pushed her out of the door. This left Graham and Reg to finalise their exchange.

Reg briefly addressed Laura for the first time since the evening began.

“Well, young lady, I hope you have learned something during your time with me and that you are able to be a help to Mr. Thornberry. I will be getting regular reports so you better not disappoint.”

As he said this he patted her on the arse.

The thin pinched face man said his farewell and Laura left Reg’s house for the last time. It had been about six weeks since she first arrived here and physically and mentally she was a shadow of that bright naive 18 year old who first stood at the door with her small suitcase.

The door closed. Reg was now left alone with Mia. Although she was not of Charlotte’s calibre she wasn’t bad at all. He circled her, savouring the various sights and scents, like a wild dog stalking its prey.

“What are you waiting for girl, let’s have a proper look at you”

Obediently, she takes off her bra.

Her tits were really quite something. He almost suspected they were fake but there was no evidence of any surgery and besides such things are forbidden for unmarried women. The prominent dark brown nipples were clear evidence of her Asian heritage. A closer physical inspection confirms that they are indeed the genuine article Her black knickers are slid down her shapely thighs to reveal just a thin black line of hair on an otherwise clean shaven pussy.

Her now bared bottom is the characteristically slightly flat shape of Oriental women as is the dimple at the small of her back.

“You can leave the stockings on”

Reg goes over to the cabinet and takes out a tawse.

“Bend over and grab your ankles” he instructs.

Even as she is bending over, Reg launches into a frenzied assault on her bare bottom with the tawse. It is partly for her benefit. He needs to let her know he is serious and it will give her a taste of what to expect if she disobeys him. But there is no denying the fact that some of his fury stems from his disappointment at being denied the chance of having a go at the lovely Charlotte.

The statuesque redhead is now firmly in the hands of that lecherous old dog Arthur. They had barely pulled out of Reg’s driveway before he peeled back her overcoat to reveal her legs. The only time his hand have left them alone were when he had to change gear. Had he driven directly home they would have continued through unbroken rows of suburban housing but he has chosen instead to take a detour. They are in a secluded piece of woodland, the sorts of place that in the past amorous teenagers would have headed in the hope of some undisturbed fornication. Now that fornication is officially prohibited these laneways are largely deserted

Arthur has stopped the car. He tells her to get out and to take off her coat. He opens his door and she must now position herself across his lap. As she does so she feels the unmistakable pressure of his member into her tummy. The spanking is clearly not his main interest but he does not neglect it nevertheless. For such a small man, he can deliver a surprisingly hard punishment.

She is standing up now. Arthur has taken a blanket out of the boot and has laid it out on the grass.

“When I was a lad, people use to come up here for a spot of rumpy pumpy”

She wants to laugh at his ridiculously archaic choice of words but manages to stifle it.

“I bet you would have liked that wouldn’t you, a hot blooded girl like you, on a blanket with him playing with your titties and sticking his stiff thing up you. Yes, I am sure, you gingers can’t get enough of that. Do you have a boyfriend?”

It was a trick question. Having a ‘boyfriend’ was not strictly prohibited but a young unmarried woman could not be alone with a young man she was not officially engaged to. Charlotte did in fact have a boyfriend who was currently doing his military service and who she hoped to be allowed to marry upon his return. She did not want to do anything to jeopardise that and she certainly didn’t want this creep knowing about him.

“No” she replied

“Well, that a shame, a good looking girl like you needs a bit of male company from time to time. Ah well, let’s pretend I am your boyfriend” he said as he escorted her to the blanket.

At Jack’s house his wife sat knitting and watching a soap opera. It was turned up loud enough to drown the sounds coming from upstairs but she had smiled with approval at the shrieks emanating from there. Her husband was giving his latest charge a proper seeing to that was sure. Jack, an expert in the mysteries of female psychology had already got the measure of Caroline. Her underwear from earlier was scattered across the floor. It looked as if it had been ripped off, which in fact it had. He towered over the poor girl who was dressed in a most humiliating outfit: It consisted only of a tight white t-shirt and similarly tight white shorts to which he had made certain adjustments. Holes had been cut in the t-shirt and her breasts stuck out from the. He had cut similar holes at the back to reveal her buttocks, which were crisscrossed with the results of a caning, and a smaller hole at the front exposed her pussy. Her make up was so messed up that she looked like a clown. He had taken a lipstick and written the words “dumb dumb” on her forehead. He now rolled up her t-shirt to expose her stomach and wrote, this time with a black marker, the words ‘cunt’ with an arrow pointing downwards. Caroline stood in front of a full length mirror and was not permitted to look away from her shame.

What then of the young lady with whom this story began?. Graham had driven her home directly there were no detours down lonely woodland roads. He said nothing and kept his eye on the road the whole way. When they got through the front door, however, he took Laura straight upstairs to the bedroom which Caroline had only recently vacated and supervised her undressing. She was then permitted to take a shower which he also supervised. making sure that she cleaned every orifice carefully. Back in the bedroom he positioned a pillow in the middle of the bed on which he made it clear that he expected her to lay. She waited for the by-now-familiar sounds and sensation of a strap or cane but instead felt only his body weight and the roughness of his woolen trousers against her bare skin, his warm breath on her shoulders. Then came a searing sensation worse even than the cane.

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